Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this song on your radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, another flow lyrica fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first then yo' nose
I'm a when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol it go
I wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come it, awww shit it
Now done did it, supper ready y'all come get it
Now who 'gon stop me me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse high Haile Selassie
Allah willin, another sound boy
I'm hot bitch I don't catch or catch feelings
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all the Meth Man take care of his fam
That's y'all better do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the we be jammin again
[Verse 2:
way for Reggie Hammond
Got more hoes than canyon
I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome
I, shoot at your feet you start dancin
I'm pissin on your picnics where ya
Doctor got the from Ziggy
When the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip
Got fucked up off the hypno
I tip toe, then till they bend over
(There I go) money
I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on
(Blaow!) Look out, in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere Tiger Bone to get it crackin
dread right or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the underground
Eat dinner, in front of Bob pin up
Redman]
I don't about your bling bling bling
Over here we let them things
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me
BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up
I care about your bling bling bling
here we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much reach ya
And dem a wonda how so conquer feature
dem so big a must a Bunny Bob and Peter
Teach it like a preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up no under achieve
Gimme di rizla di blunt and a sensimillia
Gimme di chunks gimme di cup and a couple
Jr. Gong di veteran a when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di metah , you best yah
Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi
ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
Everytime when we hear some trippin
When a di big ting I'm right there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin
Got a big forty five it's trigga lickin
mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi stabbin
It is dappin jappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
woman a tear off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and recline switchin
If a nuh like dat him may end up missin
dun tell yuh but yuh don't listen
[Outro:
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your radio